15 – Vacation
It hadn't taken Jill long to realise that every holiday she took with her predominantly male family was destined to be a disaster. Granted, these catastrophes were often increasingly amusing (it seemed that Tim always managed to find something in their hotel that needed –grunt-more power), however, every so often, something scary would happen that really ate at the base of her heart until resolved.
And from the violent throb of her lungs in her chest, and her heart in her throat…this was one of them.
They'd gone on a vacation to California. Jill wasn't exactly sure as to why this particular destination, however all three boys had desperately begged, and Tim had started begging too, just to get them to shut up.
The boys reasoning had been apparent when they'd arrived, a concert…some hard-rock, screechy, white-faced guy's, and Jill could safely say that there was no way in hell her teenage boys were gonna go.
Only they had. They'd escaped in the middle of the night, and fled the safety of their hotel suite and gone to an abandoned warehouse of a building, that looked the home to several serial killers and rapists and god only knows what else.
It had been only a bit past three in the morning when the phone had buzzed blaringly in her ear.
Brad had gotten drunk apparently (that much wasn't a great surprise, he was an 18 year-old-boy after all), but he'd gotten into a fistfight, given it his all too, Mark had told her later. Only he'd lost, and some 40-year-old guy, with more tattoos than flesh had walked off quite proud of himself.
So here she sat, wringing her fingers anxiously in her lap, Tim's arm around her shoulders as he babbled out some botched up philosophy.
Randy and Mark were asleep in the chairs opposite, looking dazed and far too young, and really, all Jill wanted to see right now was Brad.
The doctor came out, her white coat flying with each confident step.
"Taylor."
She held out her hand "Dr. Rose Montgomery, I'm caring for your son, Brad."
Jill nodded anxiously, taking the woman's hand in her own. "He'll be fine. Fractured wrist and bruised ribs…so sore, but fine."
Jill could've collapsed at this woman's feet, sobbing and desperately happy, and by god, those boys would be grounded when she somehow managed to bring herself back down to Earth.
"Thank you."
"No problem, I'd like to keep him over night though, just for observations."
She nodded, they'd probably laugh about this later, another funny family vacation, but not right now…not yet.
Next up: 16 - haunting
